Some Days Are For Dying [ TSE Dominion of Raxus ]

[Velok the Younger]

Three Whiphid Raider frigates hung in space half a light-year from Raxus. On the lead frigate's cramped bridge, Velok wrapped up a chat with a group of elders back on Toola, his homeworld.

A world that the Sith Empire now, implicitly, controlled. That situation would need an careful eye over the next few years. Yes indeed...

 

[Arage Bao]

RAXUS PRIME
scrap yards
[member="Darth Filiae"]

Alexa had no issue waiting.

Mostly because she was still cutting and still slicing. Through the jugular, through the armor-weave, through the tendons and bone, cutting out a nice piece and if Filiae had the presence of mind to look behind her Typhe's face warped in a truly grotesque display of teeth and tongue that dominated the entire surface of her face. The sound of chomping and munching would be muffled, because Typhe was careful and cautious about her eating habits. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy it though, nom nom nom et nom.

Bones were swallowed whole to preserve them for later.

Because that was when Filiae looked over her shoulder with only eye and came face-to....face with Typhe. The lipless grin grew wide as blood trickled softly from the edge, but a moment later it warped back into a reasonably attractive face.

Emerald eyes seemed less dull, the shine of red on her cheeks brighter, Alexa felt alive. "Your will, Daughter of the Pale." The half-blood murmured, before rising slowly and letting her arm warp into a jagged edge sword. It was dark as obsidian and if anyone touched the edge, they would be cut by even the briefest of brushes. She stepped on forward and then closed her eyes as that obsidian moved across her whole body.

Even her clothes -- which implied certain things -- as she faded into the shadows.

The first muffled thump sounded soon after, indicating someone had been dropped already.

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

RAXUS PRIME
Scrapyard
[member="Alexa Typhe"]

The sound was grotesque, but it did not fase Filiae as much as it would most. Lots of aliens consumed the flesh of humanoids, and many organisms assumed forms similar to their prey in order to lure them in. It was all part of the machinery. If she wrinkled her eyebrows it was because she found the timing and the setting rather unsanitary, more than it being a grotesque act in itself. Alexa was an interesting creature, in juxtaposition to so many of Filiae's methods.

"Do you need a napkin?"

Of course she didn't.

Filiae's form vanished again, along with Alexa. She did not allow this Shi'ido upstart to outflex her. Not at this. When the body in the corner dropped, a squirt of blood covered the far wall. The head rolled forward, but remained attached to the body by the merest sliver of flesh.

"Go fish" -his companion said as he shuffled through his cards. He only looked up when he felt something touch his forehead. And it was too late. The lightsabre ignited and shut off in quick succession, burning a hole through the cranium.

"Huh, good hand."

Filiae reached out and called the cybernetic eye to her. After a brief cleanup, she put it back in its socket. She got a good look at what was around them; everything one would need to set up a scrap-salvage operation. They were indeed waiting for something big. Too bad if something were to happen to it.

 

[Arage Bao]

RAXUS PRIME
scrap yards
[member="Darth Filiae"]

"A napkin?" Alexa asked curiously while her tongue slipped out, grew several sizes, and licked up any gore that lingered on her chin with practiced ease. It was clear that while Alexa might have looked young, she was extremely comfortable with the shape-shifting abilities of her body. It was second nature to her, a reflex that was born out of doing something a thousand and one times.

Which made one wonder just how many people she had fed on over the years.

"I think I will manage. Thank you."

The cutting and slicing began not soon after that.

Where Filiae was graceful, fast and stealthy, Alexa was the opposite of the former two. Oh, she only left silence in her wake, but instead of simply killing her targets Alex eviscerated them. Taking gleeful joy in destroying them one by one, her body shaping into an extension of her will. Her arm-blade swiping, her other turning into tendrils that punctured unprotected hide.

The Chiss would encounter Typhe once more after following a bloody corridor lined with corpses into the security room.

There the tendrils had forced itself down a poor Rodian's throat, down, down, down, before reshaping itself in a fist and killing them slowly through asphyxiation. "Mm, the squishy organs are the most tasty, did you know?" Typhe asked without looking over her shoulders. Almost as if she had a third eye in the back of her head. "The heart, yes, but also the lungs... mhm, want a bite?"

If you got them out while they were still warm they were the best.

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

RAXUS PRIME
scrap yard
[member="Alexa Typhe"]

First, Filiae rummaged through pockets and took all the security clearance fobs she could find. These things could always be decoded and used for a multitude of purposes. Anything from activating a bomb to unlocking a secret, to creating a new safe-house for the Assassins. She found a fob that looked rather odd, and turned it between her fingers as she followed the trail of corpses Alexa had left behind.

"You are wasting time."

Filiae looked around at the doors while fingering through her collection of fobs, keeping the special one aside. Not that one, no.

"Remember, we are going to have to clean all of this up."

She checked the computers, not that either. Though there was some juicy stuff on there which she set a disk to start copying. A smell touched her nose and she turned to look at Alexa, wrinkles curling up her nose.

"I think I'll pass."

She closed her eyes and extended her senses. The walls vibrated ever so softly as she pulled on them mentally, looking for any kind of mechanism she could pry into, anything that would tell her what this key unlocked. The fob had to unlock something, after all. Perhaps a ship? Hmm, where? click. Oh.

The far wall shifted and opened up. Light filtered in and a perturbed droid stared at the pair from the exit. Behind him: Many treasures.